The wandering soul,
one foot before another,
moving yet not moved
as if constant motion,
would avoid the imprint
of something or someone
to fear or simply avoid.
Loneliness preferable
to the imagined harness,
he sometimes notices
the loving he seeks,
he fails to know the witness
who touches his feet
on the stone lined path,
gently lifting the gravity
of his many beliefs,
welcoming him long before
he gives himself the gift
of worthiness to be home.